Two weeks had past and we didn't go a single day without practicing. We had all really found what we wanted in this band. I found a band, Vince found love, Sara found somewhere to express herself and let out anger, Peter found friends, and Crash found somewhere he can just be himself and a lot of stuff to blow up. We were all at home with one another doing what we loved, and it was all great... Until Tate and his gang came up one day during practice in that sweet GTO.
"Crash what are you doing with these dweebs? You owe me something." Tate barked over his obnoxiously loud engine.
"Sorry man I haven't really been uh... gardening lately." Crash replied with a drumstick up his nose.
"Yeah well you gotta come with us, go get him guys."
All the guys hopped out of the convertible and started walking towards us in their stupid matching leather jackets, one of them twirling a baseball bat.
"Woah guys..." I said nervously, "Don't do anything, I'm sure you can get your uhhh, Crash?"
"Flowers."
"Yeah, right, I'm sure you can get your flowers somewhere else."
"We don't want that, we want revenge, get the girl!"
The goons all targeted Crash and Sara but before anyone could do anything Peter yelled.
"STOP!"
We all stared, silent.
"If you want any of them you will have to come through me." He said drawing a very fake kung fu stance.
"Get him."
The goons grabbed Peter and shoved him into the trunk and sped away, Vince was on the phone with the police and I was yelling for my dad in a matter of moments.
-A week later-
"Mr King I'm telling you, Tate and his gang kidnapped Peter, no one can find him, he's not just skipping school!"
"I'm very sorry about your friend, Mr Matthews, the police are investigating and we don't know anything right now, but I surely doubt it had anything to do with the schools football team, quit trying to accuse them for everything, just because you aren't made to be noticed or make a difference like them, doesn't mean you have to show your rear end. Just stop being so rebellious, it will get you no where in life."
I never spoke to Mr King again directly.
I was over it all, I was gonna find Peter.
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Heavy Metal High School
Teen FictionA teenage boy who was always considered a dork fights common teen problems as he tries to start a 1980's style Hair Metal band with his friends.
